Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

"Ninth Master, it's not that I didn't want to report to you. The situation was like being held underwater, about to drown. If I hadn't struggled a bit, how would I be alive to pour you tea?"

Chen Feng spoke these words with sincerity, three parts truth and seven parts acting.

He was truly driven to desperation, and he was genuinely trying to survive.

After hearing this, Ninth Master's anger did not subside; instead, a cold smile appeared on his face.

"What a silver tongue."

Ninth Master sat back down in his armchair, his fingers lightly tapping the table. "You said you went to the West District to plant your flag in order to save your life. That reason makes sense."

"but--"

Ninth Master abruptly changed the subject, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his cloudy old eyes, "There are many ways to live. You can come to me, and I can help you mediate."

Chen Feng waved his hand and said:

"Ninth Master, it would be disrespectful to ask you to solve every little problem. I wouldn't dare embarrass you!"

"Hmph! You really are..."

Ninth Master snorted coldly.

"His verbal skills are fucking amazing!"

Ninth Master looked at him with a half-smile, "Since you say you're looking for food, now that you've got this piece of fat meat in the West District in your mouth, how do you plan to eat it?"

See the picture poorly.

All the previous provocations were just a prelude; this was Ninth Master's real purpose tonight.

Chen Feng sneered inwardly.

Sure enough, this old man wanted to get a piece of the pie.

He had anticipated this would happen.

Chen Feng smiled sheepishly and scratched his head.

"Ninth Master, actually I'm not very ambitious. The West District is Bai Wei's territory. I'm just using her connections to sell off the goods that's piling up in the sand pit. As for the other pits and territories, they belong to Bai Wei. As an outsider, how can I get involved?"

"Snapped!"

Ninth Master slammed his teacup heavily on the table.

"Chen Feng, are you fucking treating me like a three-year-old?"

Ninth Master's eyes instantly turned icy cold. "Borrowing passage? You've made such a fuss just to borrow passage? Now the whole of Donghai knows that you, Chen Feng, are the one who calls the shots in the West District. And you're telling me you're just going to sell sand?"

"This..." Chen Feng pretended to be terrified.

"Do you think that the white widow is so beautiful that you've become infatuated with her and forgotten your own name?"

Ninth Master's words were laced with sarcasm, "Or are you saying you want to take over the West District so you can rival me in the future?"

"I'm innocent, Ninth Master!"

Chen Feng immediately protested, "I have never had any disloyalty towards you!"

"Alright!"

Ninth Master waved his hand impatiently, his cloudy but shrewd old eyes fixed on Chen Feng, as if trying to see through his internal organs.

"Don't give me that nonsense. Since you've taken over the West District, that's your skill. But I'm a man of principle."

Ninth Master leaned forward, a greedy glint in his cloudy old eyes:

"How about this, have your Uncle Fatty Biao take some men over there and help you manage those nightclubs and casinos in the West District. We're all on the same side, so let's help each other out."

He pointed to the empty seat next to him, where Fatty Biao had just been sitting.

Chen Feng's heart skipped a beat.

Help me my ass!

This is clearly an attempt to infiltrate Xicheng District and plant their own people!

That old man has quite the appetite; he's always trying to get something for nothing.

Chen Feng once again channeled his inner Best Actor, but a look of surprise appeared on his face, which quickly turned into an extremely sincere "innocence".

"Ninth Master, what are you saying...?"

His tone became somewhat troubled, "What's going on in the West District isn't really up to me; it's all just rumors spread by those people!"

"What do you mean?"

Ninth Master frowned.

"Ninth Master, my collaboration with Madam Bai is basically just using her to help me sell sand, and me helping her maintain appearances."

Chen Feng shrugged, looking completely innocent. "As for the territory and manpower in the West District, those are Madam Bai's family matters. What right do I have to make those decisions?"

"If you want to send someone to help, you'll have to discuss it with Madam Bai. I... I really can't say anything about it."

Ninth Master narrowed his eyes.

Is this kid... playing tai chi with him?

"Well done, Madam Bai," Ninth Master said, tapping his knuckles on the table even louder, his voice laced with scrutiny. "I've heard she's quite shrewd; it seems it's true. Even you, Chen Feng, have to defer to her?"

Chen Feng said sincerely, "Ninth Master, you know that Madam Bai may look gentle and weak, but she's actually quite shrewd. I'm just a sand seller; I can't interfere in her affairs."

Ninth Master stared at Chen Feng for several seconds, trying to find a flaw in his face.

But Chen Feng's expression was impeccable, as if to say, "I really am just a sand seller."

"Since that's the case..."

Ninth Master pondered for a moment, then suddenly changed the subject, "So you're not planning to touch those quarries Bai Wei owns?"

"I won't touch it."

Chen Feng replied decisively, "That's Madam Bai's property. I wouldn't dare touch it."

"What about her nightclub?"

"I won't touch it. I have no interest in that stuff."

"Loan sharking? Underground banks?"

"Ninth Master, I'm just a sand seller."

Chen Feng gave a wry smile. "I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about."

Ninth Master's expression shifted between light and dark.

He certainly didn't believe Chen Feng's nonsense.

All that talk about "just using a channel" and "not being able to interfere with Bai Wei's affairs" is utter nonsense!

If you, Chen Feng, really can't control Bai Wei's affairs, do you think she'll obediently provide you with channels to sell sand?

If you had no ambition for the West District, would you have personally led a group to storm Juyixuan?

The problem is that Chen Feng's words were perfectly watertight.

He insisted that he was merely "using a channel to sell sand" and that the events in Xicheng District had nothing to do with him.

It's like a soft, fluffy wall of cotton; if you punch it, you can't find a foothold.

Ninth Master remained silent for a moment, then suddenly let out a cold laugh.

"Okay, you say you're just using this channel to sell sand, then I'll take that as true."

"Since it has nothing to do with you..." Ninth Master's lips curled into a smile, "That's perfect. The West District is currently leaderless, and that Widow Bai is ultimately just a woman; she can't keep things in check. Since you're only concerned with selling sand, I'll have your Uncle Fatty Biao take some men to take over those places. You shouldn't have any objections, right?"

A test, a blatant test.

If Chen Feng objects, it means he is lying, and that Xicheng District is his private domain.

If Chen Feng agrees, once Fatty Biao enters the scene, his plans will be thrown into disarray.

Chen Feng sneered inwardly, but on the surface he maintained an air of indifference, as if it were none of his business.

"No objection! Of course, no objection!"

Chen Feng answered without hesitation, even with a hint of ease, "Ninth Master, you are the king of the South City. If you want to take over the business in the West City, that is your great talent and strategy. Why do you need to discuss it with me? Uncle Fatty Biao has a strong army and is more than capable of taking over those places."

Ninth Master was stunned for a moment.

This kid... really doesn't care?

He stared at Chen Feng's composed face, but a sense of suspicion arose in his heart.

Logically speaking, how could someone like Chen Feng, who finally established a foothold in Xicheng District, easily give it up?

But judging from his nonchalant demeanor, he doesn't seem to be acting.

Could it be... that the waters in Xicheng District are deeper than I thought?

Is that white widow a tough nut to crack?

If we let Fatty Biao go there rashly, wouldn't he be used as a pawn by Chen Feng?

Ninth Master thought to himself, but sneered aloud:

"Fine, you're quite sensible."

He waved his hand, his tone becoming listless:

"Since you're not interested in the West District, then don't get involved in its affairs anymore. Go back and focus on selling your sand, keep the business in order, and don't cause me any trouble."

"Yes, Ninth Master."

Chen Feng nodded and bowed, appearing humble and eager to learn.

Looking at him like this, Ninth Master felt increasingly uneasy.

That kid is fucking slippery.